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Thursday, November 17, 2011

Hello my beautiful bloggy friends. I am sorry that I've been away more than here. My Mother. My best friend. My confidant and cheerleader had a brain aneurysm a good three weeks ago and it's been a long process. So i haven't had really anything I felt like sharing that wasn't positively negative. She is finally out of the SICU and on a list to be transferred to a place where they can get her doing things mostly on her own again.

So what has this got to do with bum pats and rainbow farts? Nothing. But watch this video below:

Dang I wish I could pass rainbow farts. Seriously jealous. Getting back in to running I notice I fart a lot while traveling. Could you imagine how much more interesting foot races would be if this was possible?

For those of you who are curious what the heck she is saying. I had a really nice person give me this translation:

If all of us went skipping in that crossing
If we stood holding hands in the center of that town and looked up at the sky
If you want to take a chance somewhere in that city
Then it’s still too early to cry — all you can do is keep moving forward, no, no

It’s okay for it to come popping out
If that never happens, it gets boring, doesn’t it?
I put on my headphones and get lost in the rhythm
And my own path opens up with a way-way

All the things bursting and charging ahead
Are they showing up so fast? Your feelings
Poi-poi, who’s the bad one who’d throw them away?
Right, right, you’re a good kid, ah
You make me happy

Every day pon
Every time is pon
I wanna ride a merry-go-round
Every day pon
Every time is pon
That’s probably not such a good idea, is it?

It’s okay for it to come popping out
If that never happens, it gets boring, doesn’t it?
I put on my headphones and get lost in the rhythm
And my own path opens up with a way-way

If all of us went skipping in that crossing
If we stood holding hands in the center of that town and looked up at the sky
If you want to take a chance somewhere in that city
Then it’s still too early to cry — all you can do is keep moving forward, no, no

All the things bursting and charging ahead
Are they showing up so fast? Your feelings
Poi-poi, who’s the bad one who’d throw them away?
Right, right, you’re a good kid, ah
You make me happy

Every day pon
Every time is pon
I wanna ride a merry-go-round
Every day pon
Every time is pon
That’s probably not such a good idea, is it?

Monday, November 7, 2011

I'm one angry mamma bear. I worked and fought for my child. And for what? Apparently, all the fighting to keep him from being bullied last year ended up making things ten times worse for him. The bullying only continued on this year in high school. GINGER. NO SOUL. My heart breaks for my son. I asked if there was anything I could do and he said no. He pleaded with me to leave it alone and let him handle it in his own way so it didn't end up as horrible as last year.

I am angry because he informed me that these kids never did get dissaplined. That they stuck together and made it look like my son was lying. Who on God's green earth would lie about being bullied to that degree? He stated that there was no point in saying anything because nothing could be done about it. I now wish I raised my son to be able to kick some serious arse. I wish I didn't teach him to be so passive. I wish I took him to learn boxing and whatever else that would bring these jerks to their knees. I wish in this moment that a guy beating the crap out of some girl wasn't illegal and imoral. I wish I could legally kick their scrawny, cowardly arses for him.

I am also afraid for my son. I am afraid for these bullies. Too many times do we see one of two things in reaction to bullying. The victim attempts and usually succeeds in commiting suicide. The victim decides to make a list and enact his rage on those bullies and anyone else who stands in their way. My son assured me that he wasn't the type to shoot someone up. But how do I know he wouldn't be the kind that takes his own life?

My son is only drawing into himself more and more. Avoiding the outside world as he struggles to make friends in his own neighbourhood because of these bullies. Unable to be himself, he is not having the same success in school as he did at camp, making and keeping good solid friendships. I just pray that he makes it through High School no more scathed then when he entered and finally once out, life turns on it's head and is a million times better for this pretty awesom kid.